Mary in Monmouth: The Prophecy! Many years before Jesus-Tuesday of Holy Week

PODCAST IMMINENT OF THE VISIT OF THE RELICS TO CARDIFF

I took recordings of the various Masses and liturgies in the Church as the relics were being received in Cardiff on Tueday and have only lightly edited them. I was doubly glad so many people, who were not able to get in and hear the service of reception and so forth will have the possibility of listening to the Masses for Priests and Vocations, Evangelisation, and personal sanctity, Angelus, Rosary , Litany and Benediction. It was extremely crowded, but I think it captures all the excitement of that day when thousands descended on Cardiff, clapped the little saint for her Christian witness and brought her candles, red roses and many other flowers, incense and beautiful music at the evening Mass.People streamed in until the Cathedral closed at Midnight, and devotions continued all evening, with people praying for conversion of sinners, confessions, praying for priests and praying that all would accept Jesus as their personal friend and Saviour. A Mediaeval style day none will forget. And Bravo to the superb organist!

DO YOU KNOW WHY BISHOPS WEAR POINTY HATS CALLED MITRES?

Truth about Relics

Relics have often been a stumbling block for people trying to understand the church. It is no different than keeping a special photo, item or clothing etc from a loved one when they have passed on. Kissing a picture or reverencing it, lighting a candle next to it or putting a poppy by it on remembrance day, just brings them alive again to you, shows them honour and respect. In the case of relics, if you can ask a living person to pray for you, then we can ask the souls who have made it to heaven to pray for us too, Having a small item which has actually touched their body or even a part of that body brings them especially close to them. The Holy Spirit has completely infused their body, So you ask this person to add their prayers to yours up above, and sometimes there are miracles as a result, although it is the prayer to Almighty God that works the miracle if there is to be one and it is his Will.

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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

The Prophecy! Many years before Jesus-Tuesday of Holy Week

My song is Love Unknown
My Saviour's Love to me
Love to the Loveless shown
That they might lovely be
O who am I, that for my sake
My Lord should take frail flesh and die?

He came from His blest Throne
Salvation to bestowBut men were strange
And none the long-ed for Christ would know
But O, my friend, my friend indeed
who at my need his life did spend.

Sometimes they strew his way
and his sweet praises sing
resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King
Then 'Crucify'is all their breath
and for his death they thirst and cry.

Here might I stay and sing
no story so divine
Never was love, dear King
Never was grief like thine.
This is my friend
in whose sweet praise I all my days
could gladly spend.

Sam Crossmnan

Look! My servant will prosper, will grow great, will rise to great heights.

As meny were aghast at him-he was so inhumanly disfigured, that he no longer looked like a man, so many nations he will sprinkle.And kings will stand tight lipped in front of him, seeing what had never been told them.They learned what they had not heard before.

Who has given accepted what we have heard, and who has seen in it what the Lord has planned for our salvation. Like a Sapling he grew up before Him,like a root in the dry ground. He had no form or charm to attract us, no beauty to win our hearts.He was despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows, familiar with suffering, one from whom we looked away, as it were, whom we did not respect.

Yet our suffering was His suffering, he was carrying our sorrows ,and while we thought he was being punished and struck with affliction by God, he was actually being wounded by our sins and disobedience,and crushed because of our guilt.

The punishment on us fell on him, and reconciled us to God.
And we are healed by his bruises.

We always go astray like sheep, and we all go off doing our own thing, but God took all our acts of rebellion against him and put them on this scapegoat man. He was ill treated and tortured , but never opened his mouth. He went like a lamb to the slaughter, and like a sheep dumb in front of its shearers, he never opened his mouth'.
From the Prophet Isaiah 53

Mein Lied ist Unbekannte Liebe
Die Liebe meines Retters zu mir
Is Liebe den Lieblosen gezeigt
Das sie lieblich warden
Denn wer bin ich ,Das meinetwegen
Mein Herr schwaches Fleisch
Genommen hat, und gestorben ist?

Er kam zu uns von seinem gesgneten Throne
Um unser Heiland zu werden
Und keine,die nach ihm sehnten
Würden Christ anerkennen
Aber O, mein Freund, Wirklich mein Freund
wem an meiner Notwendigkeit
sein Leben aufwendete.

Manchmal streuen sie seine Wege
und singen süssen Lobgesange
Erschallen den ganzen Tag
ihrem König ‘Hosianna!’
Dann wird ihr ganzer Atem ‘Kreuziget ihn!’
und dursten für seinen Tod und Schmerz

Hier mochte ich bleiben und singen
keine Geschichte so göttlich
nie gab e seine solche Liebe, lieber König
nie gab es eine solche Trauer wie deine.
Er ist mein Freund, in wessem Lob
Ich wurde all meine Tage verbringer.